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Sep 16
It wasn't until after she had died                                                             ­That they opened up their eyes                                                                   it was then that they realized                                                         ­         who  she really was inside                                                           ­    While  going through her things                                                           ­         old letters and diamond rings                                                            ­ she was  no longer  a  mystery                                               ­           she  became their history                                                          ­                        She had had so much to say                                                              ­        if  given the time of day                                                              ­                         They really had no clue                                                             ­                          of who they thought they knew                                                     She  had a  different life                                                             ­                            other than grandmother and wife                                                             ­        She  had hopes and she had dreams                                                           ­           so much was unforeseen                                                       ­        Pictures they had never seen                                                             ­                 of  all  the  places  she  had  been                                ­                                           Stories  they  would never hear                                                             ­           or  what she had done there                                                            ­            Letters written during the war                                                              ­         from boyfriends she had before                                                           ­      Scrapbooks of her past                                                             ­                       a  lifetime  gone by  too fast                                                             ­            With  tears and memories                                                         ­             They  knew that she would be                                                               ­    cherished  in every way                                                              ­            and  in their hearts she would stay
Cherish and respect the elderly in your family, they are wise and we can learn so much from them. They are your history.
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
60
   Blue Sapphire
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